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Chapter 15

           ""Likewhat?""’doyouthinkthenovelisexhaustedasanartform?’Noseriousanswerwasexpected.""Isee.Itwasnotserious.""Notatall."Ilookedatthenotebook."Aremymeasurementsinteresting?""No."Hedismissedthat."WellIamserious.Thenovelisdead.Asdeadasalchemy."Hecutoutwithhishands,withthecalipers,dismissingthataswell."Irealizedthatonedaybeforethewar.DoyouknowwhatIdid?IburnteverynovelIpossessed.Dickens.Cervantes.Dostoievsky.Flaubert.Allthegreatandallthesmall.IevenburntsomethingIwrotemyselfwhenIwastooyoungtoknowbetter.Iburntthemoutthere.Ittookmeallday.Theskytooktheirsmoke,theearththeirashes.Itwasafumigation.Ihavebeenhappierandhealthiereversince."Irememberedmyownsmalldestroyingandthought,grandgesturesaresplendidifyoucanaffordthem.Hepickedupabookandslappedthedustoffit."WhyshouldIstrugglethroughhundredsofpagesoffabricationtoreachhalfadozenverylittletruths?""Forfun?""Fun!"Hepouncedontheword."Wordsarefortruth.Forfacts.Notfiction.""Isee.""Forthis."AlifeofFranklinRoosevelt."This."AFrenchpaperbackonastrophysics."This.Lookatthis."ItwasanoldpamphletAnAlarmeforSinners,ContainingtheLastWordsoftheMurdererRobertFoulkes,1679."There,takethatandreaditovertheweekend.Seeifitisnotmorerealthanallthehistoricalnovelsyouhaveeverread."Hisbedroomextendedalmosttheseawardwidthofthehouse,likethemusicroombelow.

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